Short Myrtles Poems

star ranks in sable —
outline of pines and myrtles
undeterred by clouds

8/5/2020...

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dark ominous clouds
brisk, breeze whips crepe myrtles....
white dots the green lawn  ...

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engrossed in my book -
the tunes of playful robins
whir of wash-machine
        the sunless dawn, spokes
atop oaks, pines and myrtles

2/5/2021...

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reminiscent of faeries and elves
lemon dipped wings, flitting in the verdant grasses
taking dainty sips of dew off pink crepe myrtles
magical tango of life, reminiscent of faeries and elves
mystical majesty reminding us of childhood whimsy...

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Crepe Myrtle ablaze, set afire
By sunbeams peeking through
A heavy damp fog that settles
And kisses the fresh dew

Golden leaves contrast the Myrtles
Those leaves on the pecan
And amber needles hang weighted
Lovely in the new dawn
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He tore up all the tulips
    and trampled all the grapes
He made a strong mint julep
    and spilled it on the drapes
He cut down all the myrtles
    and made himself some crepes
Went to the zoo
    took off his shoes
        and flung them at the apes!...

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Prunella loved the color purple,
planting some lovely Crepe Myrtle’s;
they had a humongous growth spurt,
all due to her nitro-rich dirt,
now her yard’s a Myrtle hurdle.


6-11-2022
Contest / A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Contest
Tania kitchen...

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There was a sunny spot in my eye,
a region of riots and ripples,
a cause for resplendence
in mosaic mysteries
and myriad myths;
Tendrils and creepers, 
ivies and myrtles 
and an emblazoned bliss…

There was a sunny spot in my eye,
beyond the honeydews,
the hills and the hedges,
that nestled the we;

the you and the me…...

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Neverland merges with Happily Ever After
I discover my own unique self-made Shangri--La
Reveling South Pacific’s Bali Hai
Verdant grasses, gorgeous crepe myrtles, ripe peach trees
Amid gorgeous colors not easily seen in this dimension
Nirvana, I feel amazed and awed by your grace and exquisiteness.
As beautiful and fertile place as I have ever imagined prior to today....

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Crepe myrtles and bougainvillea blooming in the heat.
Soaking in the rays, like a sun bronzed goddess.
Awaiting to turn a new leaf.
Waiting for the retreat of souls dancing in a spiral constellation.
A northern constellation; Canes Venatici.
A galaxy twenty million light years away.
Away from this place we call Earth, as we unearth the mysteries.
The rest is history…....

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Sky is the drizzle playing in the skin of leaf
isn’t it the first wriggle of the morning
I wait for?
Like my father rowing across water
among corn silks for many nights

My dad was old and exhausted over the Mediterranean
through moving his life to love along roads
Stands there like invincible mountains, in the garden of myrtles 
with the tale bird calling my childhood....

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Myrtle had a pet turtle
She was fair looking and fertile
Tried to get into a girdle
Squeezing so hard 
she turned purple
Her cows mike curdled
Drank it and hurled
Then Myrtle lost her pearls
As the story goes Myrtles turtle
Ate her pearls and walk in cycles
The funny thing was
Myrtle was married to
A vet who doctored squirrels
To go on would spin your head
Turing it around in cycles...

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Peeping to the sky:
Beating wings of twilight
Leading home, the birds 
Horizon, engulf the ember Sun.
Invitation of the dying day
Give rise to a tranquil bay.
Putting me in the battle
Of: need and happiness. 

Every viewpoint 
From the hot iron pan
Searching those mountains
Of a distant homeland
Cool breeze along with
Perfumes of spring woods
Memories of myrtles
Holding back to hear:
Cooing, Cuckoos....

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Oh, how lovely to cast thy eyes on heavenly bodies.
Where satellite images refract
beneath clear transparent streams.
Myrtles mute and calm.
Wherein verdurous traits acquired.
Yearns to cross t-s' and dot i-s' .
Thoughts flew through for considerations.
Cool breeze through lustrous despondent atmosphere.
Goosebumps all over bodily cover.
Some fond improbable delights.
But striking the flag not an option....

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Crepe myrtles are not supposed to grow in Kansas but in my gardens they flourish thanks to my green thumb and lots of love and communication.  I appreciate them and they thrive, feeling cherished.





                                                     gorgeous bobbing heads
                                               lovely sea of crepe myrtles
                                                       delights grasshopper...

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Come sit outside, weather's great, lost its frown,
crickets singing, no clouds, sky brilliant blue.
Crepe Myrtles pose now in flashy red gowns;
rose in cling yellow will show them who's who.

Birds referee an interesting coup.
Cold winter honing for two months or so
Curtain rose featuring Autumnal dress.
Summer lingers, Leo's smile she bestows.

And, added to that, a squirrel game of chess!
All in our backyard and we didn't know...

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The color wheel spins
 in the month of May
 with every shade of green on display.

The moss mixes in dark spring emerald spreads
 avocado ferns feathering asparagus sea breeze heads,
 Erin kelly limes flash neon harlequins in the air

Grass lawn malachites sway a chartreuse pear glint
 olive jaded myrtles mix in mantis mints
 flow with sea-green pine shamrock tints.

All spinning 
 on the scene
 with the color wheels of green....

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The years pass – wings –
the valleys grow
and the picks lose the silhouette clear.
Who’s hitting furiously the horses young,
the sky who has there lit?
Not me! Not me!
Me and you, sat on a short shore
along the path, sunk in myrtles
and we’re looking at the love,
in that endless mirror.
And somewhere young girls
are singing a refrain in low voice
and giant woods are losing root.

Horses are tearing in sulphur and volcanoes.
Inside of me – the sea is murmuring....

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deep red crepe myrtles
standing alert in the wind
their harmonies blend
as petals drift down like snow
on to the green plants that grow

red roses aglow
beside the walkway still grow
with one yellow rose
standing alone on its toes
beside rubber water hose

looking on the side
cedar trees stand tall with pride
small animals hide
dogwood and pecans abide
grass high need lawnmower to ride!

by Marty Owens
For Francine Roberts contest "the view - a tanka"
9/08/11...

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NEIGHBORHOOD WALK


strolling posthaste past neighbors

a walk to kickstart spring

“too fast drivers”

“lovely day”

woman on cell

no fence, defense, boundary

wave, keep on moving

witch-hazel shrub, same as last year

those lovely crepe myrtles

brisk movement, brisk cold

little pooch on a leash

climb the hill that i drive

a sudden dash for the hose

as the wind kicks up

a bush on fire

my neighbor quenches

what could have been

a catastrophe...

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